This, of all things, breaks Derrica's tentative composure.
We know that he was hellbent on helping.
This is a true thing. They'd argued about it. Maybe Holden had argued about it with Richard too, after what had happened in the medical tent. It's what he'd even been doing moments ago. His hands had been so gentle in her hair and they hadn't been talking about his tendency to make himself a shield against whatever danger rose up against them, they'd been talking about stars while he plaited her hair because she couldn't do it for herself.
The cloak smells of smoke. She puts her face into it anyway to hide her tears. This likely isn't what Richard had meant her to do with it, but.
Well.
Her shoulders shake slightly with the effort of trying to stem the tide of emotion. It's distantly mortifying, but there's nothing to be done for it now, unless she flees back to her room to do all of this behind a closed door.
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Date: 2022-02-15 04:51 am (UTC)We know that he was hellbent on helping.
This is a true thing. They'd argued about it. Maybe Holden had argued about it with Richard too, after what had happened in the medical tent. It's what he'd even been doing moments ago. His hands had been so gentle in her hair and they hadn't been talking about his tendency to make himself a shield against whatever danger rose up against them, they'd been talking about stars while he plaited her hair because she couldn't do it for herself.
The cloak smells of smoke. She puts her face into it anyway to hide her tears. This likely isn't what Richard had meant her to do with it, but.
Well.
Her shoulders shake slightly with the effort of trying to stem the tide of emotion. It's distantly mortifying, but there's nothing to be done for it now, unless she flees back to her room to do all of this behind a closed door.